Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
A clench of her inner muscles around his fingers answered even before she gasped, “No more waiting. Now. Now!”
His hand moved between them, tugging laces, ripping aside leather. Then she felt him against her most sensitive flesh, long and hot and thick. The muscles of his back flexed under her hands, his body pushing between her thighs, and she bit her lip against a scream of pleasure and joy when he began to sink into her, slowly working the thick crown of his erection through her snug entrance. Pain threatened as that delicate flesh stretched to accept him, yet it was pure ecstasy when he grunted and shoved deeper, the girth of his shaft forcing her narrower channel to accommodate his size.
“So tight.” His voice was thick with lust as he turned them around, so that his broad shoulders were braced against the oak’s trunk and his boots firmly braced on the ground, with Sarya straddling his hips and fully impaled on his cock.
His massive hands gripped her ass and he lifted her, riding her up and down his enormous length, and in the moonlight she saw his face—his half-lidded eyes locked on hers, the green irises glittering. His jaw was clenched, his lips peeled back in an agonized grimace, his heaving breaths gusting through gritted teeth.
Because he was holding on to the very last scrap of his control, she realized. Well, there was nothing to do but break it.
She bent her head, kissing him even as her hips lifted in his grip, as she braced her hands against the trunk at either side of his head. He grunted as she rocked, taking him deep, again and again—her own control slipping as the position was not just grinding his cock inside her but sliding her clit over the rough curls at the base of his shaft, teasing and rubbing until she was wildly riding him, tension cinching her inner walls tighter and tighter around his rigid length.
Her rhythm stuttered as the orgasm bore down upon her. Feeling how near she was, Bannin wound her up in his arms and pounded up into her tightening sheath, his cock hollowing her out with every rough stroke. “Come for me,” he ground out against her lips. “Let me feel your hot cunt squeeze from me every drop of seed.”
His words shoved her over, her scream captured by his kiss, her hips writhing over his. Then his entire body stiffened with his thick cock lodged fully inside her, his shaft pulsing against her inner flesh as he pumped his seed deep.
She collapsed against him, utterly spent, their chests heaving together as they tried to catch their breaths.
Sensing that he was not yet ready to move—and neither was she—Sarya slipped her fingers through his hair. “Ask me again.”
His firm lips curved into a smug grin. “Whether you’ll come with me? You just did.”
She laughed. “I did. But ask again.”
His smile faded, and there was no doubt of his sincerity—or how serious he was—when Bannin said hoarsely, “I love you, Sarya. Will you come with me to fight demons? Will you marry me?”
“I will,” she said, her heart completely full. Her hands cupped his face, and she held his gaze to hers as she continued past a burgeoning lump in her throat. “I need you to know that being in love with you means that you are not simply first in my heart, Bannin—you are the only. Not the only one I’ll ever love, especially if we have children. But the only man for me, the only husband for me. And I vow to you now that will never change.”
His eyes gleamed in the moonlight. He swallowed hard, again and again.
Then he was kissing her, and nothing more needed to be said.
Epilogue
Bannin the Only
Five years later
Bannin hated tentacles. Especially tentacles with suckers. But the very worst were the demons with teeth inside the suckers, as he’d just discovered this one had, thanks to the row of circular bites up his leg.
Roaring, he hacked at the squirming arm—one of twenty squirming arms that this demon had—and his gaze wildly searched for Sarya. His heart stopped when the tip of a tentacle wrapped around her wrist and she cried out, dropping her flaming sword.
“SARYA!” he bellowed, rage overtaking his every thought, and he hacked and hacked, slinging inky blood and green slime across the valley floor.
A frantic whinny cleared his vision for an instant. Sarya had hauled herself into Foggy’s saddle, and the stallion reared as a thick tentacle slicked toward him, the demon’s giant bulbous body sliding behind.
Sarya pulled on the reins, shouted—and Foggy pivoted, kicking out with his powerful hind hooves. They slammed into the demon’s body with a moist THWACK!—
And the demon collapsed like a punctured bladder.
Bannin blinked, staring. Waiting for it to begin attacking again.